Psalterium Carolinum. The devotions of His sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, rendred in verse. / Set to musick for 3 voices and an organ, or theorbo, by John Wilson Dr. and music professor of Oxford.

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Psalterium Carolinum. The devotions of His sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, rendred in verse. / Set to musick for 3 voices and an organ, or theorbo, by John Wilson Dr. and music professor of Oxford.
Author
Wilson, John, 1595-1674.
Publication
London :: Printed for John Martin and James Allestrey, and are to be sold at the Bell in St. Pauls Church-yard,
1657.
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Subject terms
Charles -- I, -- King of England, 1600-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
Charles -- I, -- King of England, 1600-1649 -- Musical settings -- Early works to 1800.
Songs, English -- 17th century.
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"Psalterium Carolinum. The devotions of His sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, rendred in verse. / Set to musick for 3 voices and an organ, or theorbo, by John Wilson Dr. and music professor of Oxford." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A93797.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 THou whose mercies know no bound, Pardon my com¦plyant Sin. Death in me the guiltless found, Who his Refuge should have been. To her self and thee my soul, Her transgression o╌pen layes, Cleanse we from a guilt so foule. And thy mercies I shall praise. With the crime my heart withstood, Did my differing hand comply: Yet

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 if Bath'd in thy rich blood, Snow my whiteness shall outvye. Justice let me learn of thine, Who for death unjustly given, Future dangers to de∣cline, In╌to greater now am driven.

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